Hi guys. Who believes with me that there’s more to friendship than the eyes can see. Please tell me here.
Please my friend; don’t kill my mother and promise me babies,
I plead with you little one,
Don’t give me twenty and take away one-twenty
You ask me “how?”
You go on in the open; you stab me in the throat and massage my wounds at night
Then you say: “no one loves you like I do”
Don’t give me peanuts and take away my treasure.
Cakes don’t last and fruits will perish,
But food for the soul will remain till the end of days.
One time you crept into my safe and carted away my precious – my trust, respect and loyalty.
The next day, you feed me with peanuts and profess how much you care.
You should have left my safe locked and kept your food a thousand miles away…
Like they say to the savior in secret,
We loved you; we love you and would die for you.
But in the open they despise him, criticize him, some even denounce him,
Counting the blood that delivered them an ‘unholy thing’
My savior would turn around in grief…
“Of how much sorer punishment do they deserve
than to be cast into eternity of languish
where sobbing is eternal and worms never die?
Even though it was only in the hearing of a lad they denied him”
Don’t laugh with me and despise my yoke.
Are we not meant O’ brother to be equally yoked under Him?
Our identity is the cross.
Our friendship lies in these…
Body, Soul and Spirit
Don’t watch me sin and live with no restraint
Don’t leave me with whore-mongers and gluttons in the day
and allow my heart to bleed and sob terribly at night
Don’t give me bread and ignore me on your alter
Don’t laugh with me and leave my soul empty, searching for substance to hold
For then my wounds would be open,
and insects would parade…
My sores would be painful,
My sorrows would be many.
I would cry myself sour…
I chose a one who knows not the depth of friendship.
Its deep into the body, pierces the soul and rests with spirit,
Beyond the influence of peanuts